Argh Matey's!
Tis the season for the lasses and the lads to cut loose and raise a toast of affection for the fairest in the land. Tis the Day celebrated for ye olde saint of the forlorn and the forscorn (not to mention the forsaken and the afore-taken), Aye, tis of dear olde Saint Valentine we speak, Bless me soul and shiver me timbers.
Fix ye peepers on this bevy of lasses, lost in the winds of the wild, wild, north seas, who, blinded by affections on lads and mates alike, while away the hours of mutual to render notes of promises summoned on the season.
( the YW leaders and girls prepare valentines to give "Heart Attacks" to ward members)
The booty mounts in the ships stores and the lasses sing shanties of hope for the lads.
( Young women always make little gift bags look good, and they can sing on-tune to any number or style of song imaginable)
Aye, ye eyes do not deceive ye olde bones, Tiz many of the same lasses as last week, gossipin' as regular wenches, o' them scurvy lads.
(the YW always talk about the boys, when they are not talking about boys.)

Tiz off on the frozen wind to spread the cheer o' the season and treasures amongst the land lubbers, the keel-hauled, and them what the Kraken left behind.
( the YW are off to deliver the beautiful little valentines wishes and packages of candies at the doors of members in our Ward.)
And what o' the lads ye inquire? Aye, ye ought to know the scallywags dared to match wits with the lasses at the games o' love.
(the Young Men also prepared valentines wishes for the Young Women to be delivered in the morning on Valentine's Day.)
Hear ye! Hear ye! Let it be known amoungst one and all that tiz a lad herein that pineth for a lass.
(this YM has a special valentine for one of the YW)
Argh! The mates have jumped ship, like scurvy rats they be, and run amuck in the tundra, plastering recruitment posters on doorways of weigh stations and boarding establishments.
(the YM "heart attacked" each house of the YW in the Ward)
Abandon Ship Boys! One o' the crew rang the ships bell announcin' to the other crew the arrival o' the booty fer the lass o' the manor.
(ding-dong ditching is not as easy on snow and ice as it looks in the movies.)

Aye maties, at the 10 o' clock hour, another knave, seen here surrounded by lasses, was pressed into service fer the realm.
(Kayden, here with two of his sisters, was baptized on Saturday. After the end of the "heart attacking" we went to the service, and the spirit there was remarkable!)